#depressed again

[treblewinners]

wake up babes new rapha old trafford farewell photo angles just dropped

[leavethishuskbehind]

It’s bad again and I’m depressed

and wish my life was different

and wish I had friends that had the group chat

and the discord servers

and inside jokes

and the fun

and the new people

and the dumb drama

and being fucking happy.

i miss having my people

i miss having a community

[smileyoulookbetterthatway-blog]

Me too #Taylor, me too. #miserable

[honkshoo-zzz]

depressed again

I'm depressed again.

It’s nothing new, surprising, nor earth shattering.

Nothing crazy to write home about.

Nothing worth mentioning

To outside forces, it’s the same old story:

I don’t feel good.

I'm covered in hives.

Nothing you can do for me,

I'm just sad.

I say this like I'm feeling “blue.”

It’s really not that simple.

It’s this hollowness that surrounds me.

I feel nothing,

Absolutely nothing,

And that’s what scares me.

I want to cry, I want to get angry;

And of course, more than anything,

I want to feel happy—

Feel the love I have for romance between boys,

Or even the swooning for my own partner—

And yet everything seems to be just

Gone.

I wish I knew how to get it back,

But I don’t.

Wish I knew how to explain it,

But it’s nothing I can control.

It’s all in my head

In a way I can't get rid of.

It’s not delusions, but hormones, 

Refusing absorption,

Refusing to conform—

To play the role which their society guides them.

Who am I to tell them what to be?

Who am I to wish they solve all of my problems,

Like the itching up my arms,

The dead dog in my yard,

And the parents that never quite got it right?

[thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra]

fuck you brain I'm awesome

[bi-bi-byee]

How many tears do you have to cry before you just run out?

[ochipi]

So someone just asked me how my PhD plans are going and im more and more starting to realize that no one is interested in Germanic archaeology. Unless it's pure vikings in Scandinavia itself or you manage to get into those elite (expensive) English universities to study Anglo Saxon archaeology. 

now what...? 

[a-crystalclearsquid]

in the first place, i was a fool to ever hope for the good things to come into my life.

[faverinfairy444]

a woman in love can't be reasonable - or else she probably wouldn't be in love. - mae west

[melmodest]

I CHOSE TO HEAR THE MUSIC

Please, perform CPR on my dead heart.

Press the restart button.

Press 'repeat' to the withering beating for it to adjust to the rhythm.

Let the tingling sensation of thick rivers fill my veins.

Let me gasp for air desperately like a fish fooled by its greed on a fisher's hook.

Let me clutch your arms needily like a child clutching to their mother's chest seeking protection and affirmation that here is safe, that here is shore.

Resurrect my coward of a soul.

Play the vinyls from that small shop I used to frequent.

Make me listen.

Remind me why I chose to hear the music.

.

[faverinfairy444]

God is the only thing thats left for me. and as a former non believer, that rationalized thought just throws my whole soul into the void. because yes, i used to tell myself i would never go back to that, as my actual personality would tell myself that what i used to think was a whole lie and that religion was the none sense i used to go to to feel better about myself and hide. but when your whole personality revolves around not having a single stable personality, you either just end up going insane or you start diving into all these personalities all over again. but sometimes, these personalities are also the ones that you were not, that you never were or, today speaking, never thought you could ever be. and that's how they get created, that's how they become real, that's how i exist. and all of this is completely awful. because you just never know who you are. what you are is just a whole bag of piled up traumas and emotions that took away your sanity. whether good or bad, they made you who you are for the week, the month, sometimes the year or more. and that is a vicious circle that we did not choose, it is finally in some ways almost our only hope to be appeased. by feeling all these feelings, and becoming or being all of these personalities, and going through what they choose me to go through, the only thing i have to do is to constantly adapt myself, no matter how fast, how hard it is, how tiring and depressing it can be, how disgusting and tortured it makes me feel, i just do it simply because then, in my brain, it wouldn't be me. i would not be myself. without all of it, i would be completely lost. and deep down you just know you have no other choice in order to survive in this journey. now thinking i would've said that one ironically, God please save me, from myself or not, from whatever makes me feel this way. speaking it into my beloved Universe, please tell me what to do with myself? because i'm again trapped into all of my selves, who am i supposed to be again? please save me from my own death

[misslauravillanueva]

I wanna fucking die

[leavethishuskbehind]

Man I’ve been feeling fucking “lonely in a room full of people” lately.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[honkshoo-zzz]

[cardo-de-comer]

smiling friends! ...well at least one of them is smiling

also some process